A rusty Cadillac V16 Model 70 Roadster pulls up on the side of the road. Filled with cheap tobacco smoke from cheap cigarettes, a window slowly rolls down. Through the gap a worn but young man's head pokes through the window and looks around at the streets of Vegas. The door creaks open and dressed smartly in a Zoot Suit, without the usual accompanying tando and sporting a rather large looking gold chain for a man of his age and stature, a figure steps out of the car and onto the main road. Tucked into his pants was an Astra Model 400 9mm, unused......so far

The stranger took a long puff on his cigarette and stubbed it out on the sidewalk. He drew a breath and looked around the streets

It's been a while to say the least since anyone of my name walked these here streets and I never thought I'd see the day where I'd wander down the mob path. I've got me a bean shooter and a bunch of 5 spots in my wallet. I've even managed to get a good score on a few drugs without the police catching on. 

It's going to be a long hard slog to get my name known in these cities but with hard work running the drugs, keeping my head low and obeying the rules of the mobland, I will not fail and I will rise to the top. For it was once written

It is better to fail aiming high than to succeed aiming low. And I have set our sights very high... so high, in fact, that even failure will have in it an echo of glory

Another cigarette was lit and the stranger took one long drag before climbing back into his car and heading off to the airport. LA is calling, I got work to do and drugs to shift

McCall emerges from the shadows and watches the not so unfamiliar stranger drive off into the distance. Somewhere in the distance the music of Stewart Copeland floats down on the either and a death cord plays. McCall is such an expert of the death stir, that only the barest hint of a death cord is needed.

I will eqaulize the odds and make them more in your favour SoulCatcher. I have my ways.

McCall steps back into the shadows and disappears

Tyrion had been out doing his morning routine when quite by chance he happened to stop and hear the young man speaking. The name rang a bell from diaries of his ancestors so he rolled a cigarette and listened. When the young man was done Tyrion approached him and shook his hand.

Hello there. I must say it's pleasing to see someone arrive on these shores and already have a clear idea and the determination to go through with it that you have stated. Its encouraging to see. I sincerely wish you all the very best with your endeavours and hope this life proves a long and prosperous one for you.

Slipping a c-note into Soulcatcher's top pocket, Tyrion smiles as he remembers his own beginning as he wanders off into the bustling street.

After the déjà vu wore off, Reckless walks up to SoulCatcher and shakes his hand, slipping his business card in his hand.

It’s really nice to see some new blood with such an attitude arrive on our shores,  I’m sure you will do one of our fine cities some good in the near future. Maybe our paths will cross again, but until then New York calls me as well.

Reckless walks off and enters his car. Pulling away slowly, giving Tyrion and SoulCatcher both a tip of his hat before he drives off.

The Lost Soul take a drag on a slightly more expensive brand of cigarette

I am fully aware of the hard work required to fulfill my dreams but work I will. The casinos have already been taking their toll. A lucky drug deal and the roulette table have hit me in the pocket so it's back to working the streets for a while to graft. 

As sirens blare around the corner, Soulcatcher drops his cigarette and makes off into the distance. A small white bag falls from his pocket and as he stops to pick it up he sees the police closing in on him. Darting into the rusty Cadillac he puts the keys in the ignition and turns the motor over. Some choice words are spoken as the car refuses to get going but just in the nick of time the engine kicks in and he drives into the darkness leaving the police chasing shadows. As the car flies through the Chicago back streets the window unwinds and he can be heard shouting

Thank you for the kind greetings, I shall try to do my best o I can hold my head up high. One day people will tell their children 'I was there when Soulcatcher first walked these here mean streets'